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Hi I just want to say I absolutely love your 'Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student'. I stumbled upon it one day and I just fell in love. The characters, their personalities and development are amazing works. You're doing a wonderful job, thank you for all your hard work you put into this.

Thank you for your kind words, it means a lot to me! My JJK brainrot is still going strong and I'll keep trying to heal us all from Gege ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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hiii, I love ur work!! it’s just the fluffy fix it fic I needed haha. in ‘Your Life as a Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student,’ is Gojo going to be romantically interested in Spices, too? It seems like she’s building a harem looool

Spoiler alert: Yes he does love Spices like that but at this point he hasn't realized it's turned down that road yet, and Spices is just being an oblivious walnut when it comes to this kind of stuff, that's part of being Certified Insane™️ 👁️👄👁️

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HEYYY

I'm popping over from AO3. Just read chapter 20. I wanted to quickly say there's something so COMFORTING about your writing omg. Like I'm in awe how you piece words together. I'm EATING IT UP!

Keep up the great work!!!! I hope you're doing well♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Thank you! I'm trying my best to heal all of us from Gege (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

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Christmas if Gojo, Shoko and Geto had been able to raise Megumi, Tsumiki, Nanako and Mimiko together (Featuring Nanami)

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Come hang out with the trio!!

I miss them every day 😩

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going south

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No I did not steal this from Naruto and no I am not delusional

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[How I imagine Gojo teaching 5-year-old Megumi about his Ten Shadows technique aka recipe for disaster]

Most sorcerers with flashy innate techniques typically awake their powers around five or six years old - right around the same magnificent age they discover crayons are wonderfully effective for decorating more than just coloring books (RIP white walls everywhere).

Innate techniques in particular have a mind of their own, essentially “calling” to their user like an overly eager pet begging for treats and attention. One day, baby sorcerers just wake up, and bam - suddenly shadows are tugging at their skin or flames are sparking from their fingers, no warning or parental consent form required.

Little Megumi has been feeling the very first stirrings of his Ten Shadows for weeks now. Random surges of cursed energy that are definitely not just from sneaking extra pudding cups. Mysterious but insistent tugging sensations from the shadows, like ghostly hands trying to initiate a game of tag.

So, it’s time he gets some pointers on it, right? At least, that’s what Gojo decided.

On one peaceful morning, Gojo whisks out a whiteboard and markers from… somewhere. With such theatrical showmanship, one would think he was auditioning for Broadway itself. Yet the children serve as the ultimate tough crowd, responding only with raised eyebrows and curious glances.

Still, Gojo strikes a scholarly pose.

“Alright, my star pupil - Today’s lesson is on your badass upcoming technique!” Gojo announces, gesturing for Megumi to sit front and center.

As Megumi hesitantly takes his place, Nanako leans over to Mimiko. “How come he just happens to have a random whiteboard ready? Where does that even come from?” She whispers. Mimiko just shakes her head, too busy stuffing her mouth with chips.

“To start, your very first summons will be these adorable Divine Dogs!” Gojo proclaims enthusiastically. “Though at first, they’re more like Divine Pups…”

His marker zig-zags wildly as he tries sketching two majestic wolves. Emphasis on tries. The end results look something akin to a pair of mutant chickens wearing tutus. That elicits poorly contained giggles from the girls. Megumi simply stares, somehow experiencing all seven stages of grief simultaneously.

“Those are some weird chickens, nii-chan.” Tsumiki blurts out with all the sophistication of a future art critic.

“They look like they survived a nuclear blast,” Nanako adds.

Why does she even know what a nuclear blast is? Kids these days. Gojo makes a mental note to berate Geto later for letting the devil’s spawns watch too much TV. But since he’s Gojo, he forgets about it immediately. For now, he blinks down at his drawings, then back at the giggling, unimpressed kids.

“Clearly you heathens lack the artistic vision to appreciate my creative genius.” Gojo huffs before erasing his previous attempts in stunned outrage.

But Gojo Satoru isn’t one to give up easily, or ever.

Like a runaway freight train, Gojo charges full steam ahead. His Louvre-worthy artistic visions expand stranger the longer the ridiculous lesson continues. With each stroke of the marker, Gojo’s illustrations venture further into worlds unknown by man or beast. Eldritch creatures populate the poor whiteboard as head scratching and sideways glances spread among the children.

Megumi watches in dismay as the hours tick painfully on, the squeaking hamster powering his brain throwing itself from the rusty wheel. The last of his sanity packs its bags and flees into the abyss rather than witnessing more of Gojo’s artistic assaults against nature. At the rate this is going, he half expects his first summon to be a potato with Gojo’s face haphazardly drawn on it.

A glaring oversight dawns on the boy - for all Gojo’s useless prattling and monstrous drawings, explaining the actual summoning process appears a mere afterthought, if the man is even capable of actual thoughts at all. When asked, he simply waves off the question with a dodgy uh-huh. Just as effective as inquiring an orange tabby on quantum physics.

“It’s not that hard.” Gojo shrugs dismissively. “You’ll figure it out.”

Megumi rubs his temples, contemplating if it’s too late to grab Tsumiki and flee this madhouse, perhaps taking the twins as well. No one deserves such ruthless torture. Gojo may be well on his way to becoming another villain overlord with questionable artistic skills, but this? This right here marks Fushiguro Megumi’s very own villain origin story.

Staring blankly ahead in post-traumatic shock, Megumi knows one truth with the certainty of death itself - never, ever again will he make the fatal error of taking a lesson from Gojo. No, he must figure out this Ten Shadows technique solo going forward. Though now Megumi ponders whether deliberately summoning all those nightmarish abominations is something best avoided altogether.

read the whole thing here on Ao3: A Family of Villains - A wacky villain origin story/Kinda a slice-of-life fic exploring the logistics of 18-year-old sashisu being the greatest villains in the jujutsu world while on the run and raising 4 kids. Mostly fluff and humor of course.

#gojo x megumi #platonic relationships #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #gojo fluff #megumi fluff #megumi fanfic #megumi fushiguro #jjk fushiguro

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✨ Villain Sashisu AU because the world needs this - aka what happens when Gojo and Shoko run away with their mass-murderer boyfriend ✨

With a sizable stack of new identities and paperwork secured, the trio decides a celebratory round of drinks out on the balcony is well in order. Shoko and Geto happily pass a bottle of top-shelf vodka back and forth between them, savoring the slow burn as it travels down their throats.

Meanwhile, Gojo gleefully takes up his usual perch beside them, knees pulled up to his chest as he chugs away at an obnoxiously colorful fruity soda. Because for as powerful and seemingly indestructible as the great Gojo Satoru may be, the man has one fatal, crippling flaw:

He cannot have even a single sip of alcohol without immediately passing out in a listless, drooling heap – only to awaken hours later with a horrendous migraine rivaled only by the sheer devastation he inevitably unleashes upon those unfortunate enough to be near him in that fragile state.

Needless to say, nothing positive has ever come from witnessing Gojo attempt the hard stuff. A harsh lesson Geto and Shoko learned far too many times over the years.

Though despite his inability to partake in the debauched vice, Gojo seems perfectly content to alternate between shoveling down fistfuls of salty chips and taking noisy slurps from his radioactive-bright beverage. He never quite understood the allure of cigarettes and liquor anyway – those were always more of Shoko and Geto’s things than his.

What does trouble Gojo, however, is the mere prospect of being separated from his two closest people, even for a short while. In his simple yet stubborn psyche, he, Shoko, and Geto are a singular, unbreakable package deal.

So even if he can’t directly partake in their chosen indulgences, Gojo makes sure to indelibly insert himself into the mix regardless. Be it wedging his wiry frame between them on the couch, casually draping an arm around whichever set of shoulders is nearest, or pelting them both with a relentless stream of nonsensical jokes and conversation just for the sake of hearing his own voice.

He is present, dammit – an undeniable part of their dynamic whether the other two want him there or not… at least until they inevitably attempt to retreat to the sanctity of the restroom. Gojo learned the hard way that certain sacred thresholds simply cannot be breached without invoking the demonic, blinding fury of Shoko’s wrath.

But outside of that incredibly specific scenario, he remains their dedicated third wheel, as inseparable from their sides as his very shadows. The ridiculously boyish slurps and crunches from his collection of treats are only occasionally drowned out by a bark of sharp laughter or exaggerated imitation as Shoko and Geto slip further into warm inebriation over the balcony’s edge.

That is, until one or both of them inevitably tries to push away from the railing with flushed cheeks, undoubtedly intending to stumble off towards their respective bed for the evening… only to find resistance in the form of Gojo staunchly clinging to their arm or pant leg like a petulant toddler.

“Whoa, where d’you two think you’re goin, huh?” he whines around a mouthful of chips, otherworldly eyes comically wide with faux-hurt. “The fun’s just getting started!”

Whether they shove him off with good-natured exasperation or simply concede, allowing Gojo to trail behind them with a sulking slouch, the end result is ultimately the same. Tomorrow morning will inevitably find all three of them tangled in an unholy sprawl upon the largest available sleeping surface, hangovers be damned.

They are a packaged deal, after all – the three greatest villains against the world. And if Gojo has any say in it whatsoever, that’s exactly how they’ll remain until the bitter, punch-drunk end.

Read the whole fic on Ao3: A Family of Villains - A wacky villain origin story/Kinda a slice-of-life fic exploring the logistics of sashisu being the greatest villains in the jujutsu world while being 18, on the run, and raising 4 kids. Mostly fluff and humor of course.

#sashisu #sss trio #gojo x geto x shoko #gojo x shoko #gojo x geto #geto x shoko #satosugu #satoshoko #sugushoko #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk fanfiction

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bff

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hit the wHAT THE FUCKㅡ 🤳🕺🕺👹

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Now it's time to say goodbye

To the things we loved and the innocence of youth

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Soon Shoko will return to find her two best friends passed out cold on the floor like a couple of overgrown toddlers mid-tantrum. She’ll make that little huff through her nose, hands propped on her hips all disapproving. But then she’ll wiggle her way into the middle—because of course, Shoko deserves the best napping spot.

And when she inevitably starts complaining about the knot in her back from their puppy pile later, Gojo will simply sling her over his shoulder as Geto gathers blankets and pillows. Before long they’ll be a tangle of limbs once more, this time on the lumpy secondhand couch they rescued from the previous tenant. Shoko will grumble even as she snuggles into Geto’s shoulder, feet tucked under Gojo for warmth.

Just like old times back at the dorms after Gojo and Geto’s late night missions, crammed together on Shoko’s tiny bed until limbs went numb and the morning light peeked through. 

Things change, but as long as they still have each other, they’ll be okay. All of them.

A Family of Villains

if youre still taking requests: maybe sashisu all trying to squish into one of the tiny dorm beds to cuddle together...

#sashisu #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen shoko #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #sss trio #gojo x shoko #gojo x geto #geto x shoko #gojo x geto x shoko #satosugu #satoshoko #sugushoko

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sukume brainworms. i think uraume is sooooo cute but they must be some kind of freak on sukuna's level if they hang so well together :V

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You fell into an uneasy slumber, your mind fraying at the edges and your exhaustion warped into nightmares — Sukuna’s unmistakable silhouette grinning wickedly amid the smoldering wreckage of what had once been department stores and office buildings.

Those crimson eyes seemed to sear straight through you, piercing into the deepest recesses of your soul with sadistic delight. His razor-sharp smile was that of a primordial predator scenting fear in the air as he reached out to you with deceptively inviting arms.

“Are you not tired of this pathetic, shackled existence?” Sukuna’s deep timbre resonated with hypnotic charisma, strangely soothing despite the malevolent undercurrents. “Why choose to be weak? To be afraid? When you could be so much more…”

His honeyed words slithered through your psyche like venomous serpents, paralyzing you in unwilling awe. City ruins stretched behind him in a hauntingly familiar scene of catastrophic destruction. 

As his laughter echoed all around, you found yourself utterly transfixed by his presence. He looked so cold and cruel. 

And powerful.

And… magnificent. 

You knew this was nothing but a fever dream. The product of all the stress and anxiety of the past few days. Still, when you looked into his eyes, so full of sugary malice and perverse divinity, you felt it - that yearning darkness unfurling deep inside you, whispering how intoxicating it would feel to step into his embrace, to become more. Even if it would mean getting devoured whole by the insatiable void eternally stretching behind his vicious gaze. You teetered on the precipice, suspended between visceral horror and terrible, terrible longing.

Eventually, your subconscious lost its tenuous grip on reality. You tumbled helplessly deeper and deeper into oblivion, consumed by darkness. Your panic gave way to an eerie sense of weightlessness. All your senses unraveled at the seams.

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If you are still taking requests, could we possibly see some tsumiki and Shoko bonding? 🥺 like Shoko helping Tsumiki with her hair, Tsumiki helping pick an outfit for Shoko to wear? 🥺

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First I gotta say you've been feeding us so good! You don't know how happy I am to see my little ship somewhere other than my own head lol but if I could ask for maybe some more jealous satoru?

Just a small shitpost xDDDD